There is no poem
No tune
No tone
No verse
No warbler
No flute
No feelings for the dark moon
No joyful sunrise
There is nothing but a harsh field of politics
Banks of the rivers
Flying feathers
Stable crystal lake
Smokey fountain of rain
Wandering of moonlight without electricity
Flowing life in the coarse summer
Here, everything is fair but politics
Rough crying slogans
Dirty breaths of news media
Playful guns of obscenities
Facebook, the princess of rumors
Dreamless brain or brainless presentment
Everything is flawless shelter but politics
Politics
The smooth game
Miserable victory or glorious defeat
© Adeeb Al-Fateh
April 25,2026
Bangladesh
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